[HP] look at you

Although Olivia was crying uncontrollably, there was an extraordinary calmness and composure in her heart.

The skin in the palm of her hand was still warm, she threw a detection spell at the lifeless man, confirmed that there were still tiny white spots of light in the dead black light group, and immediately turned to his face. Throwing out a series of complicated healing spells from his neck, he quickly said: "Severus, hemostatic potion, blood-replenishing potion, snake venom serum, antidote, purification potion, soul restoration potion..."

Without any hesitation, Snape took out the matchbox when she was casting the healing spell, turned it into a medicine cabinet and put it on the ground, followed her instructions and took out every potion she needed quickly and accurately .

Ever since Olivia's serious injury, he would take these things with him wherever he went—that was the deep fear and fear that he had been unable to erase over the years.

But at this moment, seeing the dreadful wound on the man's neck that seemed familiar, Snape almost felt a slight palpitation again.

The people on the ground could no longer swallow any more. Olivia took every bottle of potion into her mouth without hesitation, and then lowered her head to feed with his chin, so as to minimize the waste of spillage.

Snape flicked the center of his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't show any resistance to stop him.

In the wooden house, there was no sound except for Olivia's short words of the name of the potion and the slight sound of casting a spell.

The light coming in from the only window that was not nailed up gradually became brighter as time went by. Olivia kept kneeling, her whole body was almost numb, but she couldn't think, she could only keep going mechanically. Waving the wand and repeatedly looking up and down to feed the potion.

"Blood-replenishing potion."

"Nothing."

Olivia's movements stopped.

Snape said softly, "There's no more medicine, Ollie."

After all, the capacity of the medicine cabinet is limited. He thought he had brought enough to deal with various situations, but he did not expect to encounter such a scene.

Olivia stared blankly at the man on the ground who hadn't responded from the beginning to the end, and waved her wand. The small and weak white light flickered erratically under the black shadow. After the treatment was interrupted, it began to annihilate again. .

She didn't want to give up just like that, "Severus... you go to Hogwarts, it's not far from the castle, you go to the infirmary, there should be a lot of medicine there... If there's time, I'll wait for you here... "

Too late...

They all know.

Snape hugged Olivia from behind, soothing her trembling body, "It's okay, you did your best..."

"No, no..." Olivia covered her face with her bloody hands, and pink tears dripped from her fingers, "I can't, I can't look at him like this... looking at you ……that's all……"

Snape tightened his arms, "I'm here, I'm fine."

"But, what should he do... Severus Snape... what should he do..." Olivia's choked voice was full of despair.

Even if this is not the person who lives with her and has the same memories with her, even if he doesn't know her existence and doesn't have any feelings for her, she also knows that he and the partner she loves are the same personal.

And now she wants to watch her lover extinguish the last flame of life in front of her.

It broke her heart.

The tears that flowed from Olivia's face dripped on the face that seemed to be a corpse, and also dripped on the dangling pendant hanging on her chest.

The pendant slowly floated up as if it felt some kind of guidance.

Olivia stared blankly at the red light flickering in the pendant, and finally broke away from the pendant, rolling and rolling in the air.

It was a drop of Snape's blood.

It exists to protect Olivia, but in the end, it protects Snape.

At this moment, it suddenly burst out with huge and mysterious power, as if it had a self-awareness, it floated to those two pale lips and fell into his mouth.

Olivia clearly saw that the moment it entered, the white spot of light that represented vitality suddenly swelled, emitting an astonishing light and dispelling the black mist that surrounded it—that was the exuberant vitality that was soaring .

The wound no longer oozes blood, and heals quickly, a little blood appears faintly on his pale face, it seems that the blood that has soaked his robe is gradually filling his body.

The rock-like chest seemed to begin to heave unobservably, and a warm light and shadow appeared in those slightly open, empty black eyes.

Then, gently, slowly, it blinked.

Snape rarely dreamed, even after Lily's death, he had always longed to dream of her, and she hadn't been able to appear in his dreams even once.

It was because she didn't want to see him, he thought sadly.

Occasionally, he would dream of the huge beech tree when he was a child. He sat alone under the tree by the river, staring at the shadow of the tree shaking in the wind, listening to the quiet sound of water, waiting for the one who would never come back. people.

He was also lucidly aware in his dream that he would be alone forever.

From birth to death.

But this time, when he sat under the tree and found that he couldn't remember the past with Lily, and the wind around him was getting colder and bitterer, a soft voice sounded beside him.

"Severus."

He looked up bluntly, and saw a beautiful girl in a blue robe and long black curly hair standing beside him, bent slightly, looked at him with a smile, "You are going to fall asleep."

who is it?

Snape felt that he shouldn't know a girl who was so kind and gentle to him, but for some reason, he felt an inexplicable familiarity with her, as if they were already inseparable.

He looked at her and couldn't help but pronounce her name, "Olivia."

She smiled and sat down, leaning her head on his shoulder very naturally, her voice was light and sweet, "It's only spring, it's normal to want to sleep."

spring?

It dawned on Snape that he was not leaning against a zelkova tree behind him, but a granite gazebo column, and around him hung many red and white pentagrams, swaying gently in the warm, sweet breeze.

The sun shines through the vines, and the petals of wisteria flowers float on the distant stream.

Blue sky, white clouds, warm sun, soft wind, everything is just right.

He was in a relieved and joyful mood, and he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the girl's shoulders, curling a strand of her black hair.

"I almost fell asleep in the history of magic class just now, but was called up by the professor to answer the question. I was counting on Elizabeth to remind me, but she also lost consciousness. It turns out that it wasn't Professor Binns' voice that hypnotized me. No matter who comes to class, they will be hypnotized..."

Snape didn't understand why he listened so patiently to her meaningless chitchat, even with a faint smile on his face.

"This is the consequence you have to bear if you didn't choose to be in the same academy as me." He heard himself mocking lightly.

By the way, he is Slytherin, Lily is Gryffindor, and they have gone on different paths.

What about her?

"If you put two candles side by side, you won't be able to show their respective lights. I have to stand a little farther away to get a good feel of your dazzling demeanor." The girl said seriously.

"Your sweet words can always come out of your mouth."

His expression seemed unmoved, but Snape could feel his mood soaring and exhilarating.

"This is an advantage, you should learn a lot from me." She yawned, "Hey, this weather is really suitable for sleeping."

After saying that, she moved and rubbed like a kitten in his arms to find the most comfortable position, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.

"It fits nicely in your arms, too," she murmured softly.

The breathing of the person in his arms gradually became long and steady, and in the peaceful environment, the contagious power of sleepiness was almost irreversible.

Snape also didn't want to resist this kind of quiet beauty that could bring people great happiness.

He is too tired.

For a long time, he has been looking forward to sleeping without any burden, so that he does not have to review the past full of pain and regret before going to bed, and he does not have to think about how to face tomorrow with no clear direction.

But before he succumbed to sleepiness, he stared at the undefended sweet sleeping face of the person in his arms, couldn't help lowering his head, and gently pressed a kiss on the side of her face without any reverie.

Then, he hugged her, like a dragon guarding his treasure, and fell asleep peacefully.

This sleep was a peaceful and comfortable sleep that he had never had before. Even if he added ten doses of good dream medicine to the water of life and death, it could not make his spirit so relaxed and happy.Snape, who was so greedy that he wanted to continue to sleep, subconsciously frowned when he vaguely heard Weasley's cooing voice, wanting to deduct fifty points from Gryffindor.

Then consciousness quickly came back, and he woke up with a start.

While awake, his hand was looking for his wand, but he couldn't find it.This made him more cautious, tensed his muscles and opened his eyes.

Looking at the familiar ceiling, Snape immediately understood that he was in the Hogwarts Infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey's restrained roar could be discerned from the noisy voice beside her ears: "Can you please be quiet! Don't let me drive you all out!"

Snape relaxed a little, turned his head with some difficulty, and saw a man sitting on the chair next to his hospital bed.

He was wearing a neat gray-brown three-piece suit and a dark green double-breasted coat. The tie, scarf, cufflinks, pocket watch, and even the socks and leather shoes exposed under the crossed legs were all in place, as if he had just come from a certain place. leaving at a dinner party.

He put his hands on his lap, with a calm posture and an indifferent expression, quietly watching Snape who was staring at him, no emotion could be seen in his deep black eyes.

But Snape could somehow feel that the man was thinking intensely and complexly, and his emotions were not as calm as he showed.

There was a storm in Snape's heart, because the person he seemed to be on the same mind with, had exactly the same appearance as him.

"Nice meeting." The man nodded, "Mr. Snape."

Snape said slowly, hoarsely speaking, "Who are you...?"

"Severus Snape."

The author has something to say:

I wrote Reversed to save the professor in the screaming shack.

He was lying there alone, so lonely.

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感谢在2020-09-2417:35:31~2020-09-2506:13:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Yeyuxing, lunya1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Hey, Shulan likes to eat a bottle of live radish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!